Work was pretty hectic on Saturday. Had to break up a fight. Was told to “Enjoy that 12 dollars an hour,buddy!”. I didn’t acknowledge it, but it’s actually 15. No point in arguing with a dildo.

It’s not my blood

This guy got so blackout drunk that he just collapsed. From the story I was told he fell and cracked his head right on the tile. Split it wide open. We didn’t see the gash until we were carrying him out. This dude was fat as fuck and just profusely sweating. It was so god damn hard carrying him. His arms would literally slide out of my hands. If this was a life or death situation he would have been left in order to keep the rest of us safe. I got the idea to scoop under his torso and grab his belt. Fuck he was pure dead weight.Then he finally woke up and tried to refuse the help we were giving him.

I was putting pressure on the gash with a towel. There was so much god damn blood. My right arm was covered in it.

He eventually made it to the hospital.

When we were holding him up outside there was a DJ playing in this big fenced off section of bars. Kinda like a pub crawl. He was playing the Blade techno music. There I was holding up a guy covered in blood while that shit thumped in my ears. I really enjoyed that moment.

I also met Kyle. A frequent visitor of the site and fan of 70’s Big. He’s a cool dude. I wish I could meet more people that visit the site.